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Shakespeare Insults
From Richard III
Not shaped for sportive tricks, nor made to court an amorous looking glass
Curtailed of this fair proportion, cheated of feature by dissembling nature, deformed, unfinished
Thou lump of foul deformity
Tis thy presence that exhales blood from cold and empty veins where no blood dwells
Thou unfit for any place but hell
Never hung poison on a fouler toad
Out of my sight, thou dost infect mine eyes
Poisonous bunch backed toad
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile
A knot you are of damned blood suckers
Thy mothers name is ominous to children
Wretched, bloody and usurping boar
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